A day late and a dollar short! But I will post today. Spencer spent Sunday evening trying to call kids and siblings so he didn't write. I let him write first so I don't steal his thunder. But this time I will go ahead. Most of our week was the normal routine. However, on Friday evening we had a lot of people come from a branch in the mountains. Spencer was at the desk and I was in the reception area to help direct people. I REALLY WISH you could use a camera in the temple. They were there for a young man to get his endowments for his mission. They all spoke Quiche and wore the tipico traeje. The women's hair is long, divided into two parts in the back, twisted (sort of like a ringlet) and then wound around the top of her head and tied in a knot. One of the older men came in wearing the tipico traeje which is a white woven shirt, a scarf, a wrap around skirt and a sash at the waist. His legs were bare from the knees down and he had on a pair of black shoes that came to his ankles and no socks. It was beautiful to see them there. The endowment session was done in Quiche. I wish I had been in it--but at least it was my friend Lupe who was there. I loved seeing them! Then Sunday we spoke in Totonicapan. I visited with the high counselor and he says the culture and language are dying out. Even in his family, his parents only spoke Quiche and his children only speak Spanish. In only two generations it is gone. That makes me so sad. I'm glad that at least in the mountains it is being kept alive. I know the younger generation needs to be conversant in Spanish, but I hate to see the culture die out. We enjoyed our trip to Totonicapan. We never know how much time we'll have and I think even the leaders don't know. For the last two weeks when we met with the bishop in advance we were told there would be two other speakers. Last week neither one materialized. This wek only one did. Crazy. This ward is one that had their Primary come to the temple a few months ago and some of the kids recognized us--that is always rewarding. On the way to Totonicapan there is a public laundry. We stopped and took some pictures. There was a pool off to the side. I think some people use it for bathing. It appeared to be spring fed. Many women stand right in the water and they can wash their feet and legs the same time they are washing their clothes. There were trees on the way home that was beautiful. When the wind blew, the leaves looked silver. I was sad to see that the picture didn't capture that. It reminded me of the tree of life. The stake center we spoke at was bigger than any I've seen in the states. It is four years old and has full basketball courts inside and out and a stage. We haven't had those included in new chapels in the states for a long time. There were four wings of it surrounding a courtyard. I have on one more of my new wuipil jackets and a tipico skirt. Fun. Fun. Fun! Sunday afternoon we had a fireside chat with the president for just the American missionaries at the Mortenson's house. It was great. I love socializing and we don't really have much time for it with our missionary work. I'd better sign off. It is time for Noche de Hogar (FHE).